The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1887-01-27


In fountains of sin-they wandered near tho
gulf of perdition; but they saw their danger
they changed their course. They have como
at last aas doves to the windows"
thank God that 1 have lived to see this
day; to my dying hour / shall not cease to
praise Him for this manifestation of His
grace Praise to Him, sun and moon and
starsi Praise Him, church militant on earthl
Praise Him, church triumphant in heavenl
Let the church beneath raise up its right hand
of graduation, and the church above reach
down its right hand Of joy, and while the two
are,clasped let the elders of the church put to
our lips the wine of earthly celebration, and
the cupbearers of heaven bring up out of the
vaults of eternity the Oldest wine, prepared
by Him who trod the wine press alone, and
SO let two worlds at once keep jubilee!
Who are these who come to us to-day?
Many are young Until Robert Raikes came
there was no organized effort for saving the
yorlng. We spent all of our strength trying
to bend old trees, when q little pressure would
have been sufficient for the sapling. We let
men godown to the very bottom of sin be-
fore we try to lift them up It is a greal deal
easier to keep train on the track than to get
it on when it is of. The experienced reins-
man checks the fiery steep at the first jump,
for when he gets full swing, the swift hoofs
clicking fire from the pavement and the bit
between his teeth, his momentum is irresist
ible, It is said that the young must be al
lowed to SOW their "wild oats" I have
noticed that those who sow their wild oats
seldom try to raise any other kind Of crop.
went through the heaviest snewstorm l
have ever known to see dying girl Her
cheek on the pillow was white as the snow on
the easement. Her large round eye had not
lost any of its luster. Loved ones stood all
around the bed trying to hold her back. Her
mother could not give her up, her father
could not give her up, and one nearer to
her than either father or mother was
frantic with grief. I said: ''Fanny, how do
you feelF' ''Oh," she says, "happy, happy,
Mr. Talmage; tell all the young folks that
religion will make them happy" As came
out of the room, louder than all the sobs and
wailings of grief, heard the clear, sweet,
glad voice of the dying girl: "Good night;
we shall meet again on the other side of the
river The next Sabbath we buried her.
We brought white flowers and laid them on
the coffin. There was in all that crowded
church but one really happy and delighted
face, and that was the face of Fanny o!
/ wish that to-day my Lord Jesus would go
through this audience and take all these flow
y
But while great flock this day comes to
the dove cot of mercy the largest flock is
going the other way. 1t is a very easy thing
to tame doves. Go out with handful of
corn to feed pigeons and they will fly on your
shoulders and your hands, so tame are they.
God has fed those who are before me with
'the finest of wheat" and get you have flown
from Him all your lives long. You have
taken your clothes out of His wardrobe and
your bread out of His hands. Gods spirit
will not always strive. In the morning,
after a severe night, you have gone out and
seen the birds dead on the snow; SO. after
awhile, Gods mercy will cease, and the earth
will be covered with the bodies of those who
perished in the storm. That storm is COM
ing 1t will shiver the mast of pride
! it will drive into the white reefs
| of death every cargo of sin. The
| cedars of the mountain will split in the hur-
ricane, and the islands shall be moved out of
their places, and the continents shall be rent
asunder, and the hemisphere shall whirl like
a top in the fury of that day. The noun
tains will be blasted and the beasts, in
| alright, be pitched from the cliffs in an ava
| lanche of terror. The dead shall rush forth
from their sepulchres to see what is the mat
ter, and all those who despise God shall horri-
bly, perish.
Now do you suppose that can stand here
and know that that day is coming without
telling you about it? My last resting place
will probably be near yours. What if, when
get up in the resurrection day, should see
you rushing at me across the lots of the Gem
etery, and here you cry; "Why did you not
tell me of this? If it had not been for your
neglect should have been on the way to
| glory" l cannot prepare myself for such a
CONSERVATION.
aCan you tell me how far it is to help
aaid young man as, on Sunday, on horse
back, he dashed past a good Christian
deacon. At the next turn in the road the
horse threw the scoffing rider, and he was
dead He wanted to know how far it was tic
hell and found out without the deacons tell
ing him.
So thou art mounted on swift steed
whose hoofs strike fire from the pavement as
he dashes past, and you cry out: "How far is
it to ruin?" answer: "Near, very near!"
Perhaps this very day
Thy last accepted time may be;
OH shouldst thou grieve Him now away,
Then hope may never beam on thee
Oh that my Lord God would bring yor
now to see your sin and to fly from it; anc
your duty, and help you to do it, SO tha
when the last great terror of earth shal
spread its two black wings, and clutch witt
its bloody talons for thy soul, it cannot hur
thee, for that thou art safe in the warm dov,
cot of Saviour's mercy! -~-~---------
Come in come in!
Eternal glory shalt thou win.
|